Month: July 2017

I see two people in love

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I see two people in love
Shy glances
Out of the corner of their eyes
Their throbbing sighs
As their fingers brushed accidentally
And then the firm handshake
Of warmth touch
And a longing to hold each other for eternal.
When their eyes collided
Two imperfect universes broke loose
Out of their chains
Thousands of birds danced on their own
All the sufferings
All the lonely nights
All the thirst for touch
Flying to their eternal home.
The sob of wind wandering down the hills
Spreading the fragrance of two hearts
The leaves swayed with ecstasy
The desert burst into flood of water
The stars throbbed with flames of love.
Finally, the dark blue nights started making sense
A night of whispering love sighs
When two lips met for eternity.
Veil after veil
Two souls bloomed in the spring of their hearts
Colors of life restoring with each glance
Remaking the dawn with its antique pattern
The moon bowed down to kiss their foreheads
Heaven glorified their love

But there is something else I see
A man of constant sorrow
Sitting afar on a lonely chair
Looking at the two nightingales
Holding a conversation with my tears
And a sacrificed heart
With a dying soul
In the name of love
Who wasn’t the one holding her hand
I saw beginning and end together alone
When I saw two people in love

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Recurrence

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It was one of those cold February moonless night, light drizzle throbbing in the quite dark street with barely breathing light from the lamppost in the street. My day started even before I opened my eyes. I had the feeling that it was just before dawn when I saw her. I don’t remember her face but I remember her curves and edges quite vividly. I believe she was playing with me. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, maybe more. She understands very well that the anticipation makes the pleasure more intense. She wanted me to open my eyes so that she could look into my eyes. I just wanted to drink the wine from her eyes. She’s quite a romantic. She herself knew that she was just delaying the inevitable. She didn’t close the door on her way out of the dark and damp room. It felt as I woke up from a deep slumber she was standing in front of me. As she saw me opening my eyes she walked towards me in the dark room with a little bit of light coming from the small window on my left, near the head of my bed. I was lying on the left side of the bed, my usual spot, closest to the window. She came closer to me with a smile wearing on her lips. Her walk had a look of remembrance. All I could see was her lips in the little light, thin and natural. As she approached me, the lips grew wider. She leaned on me just enough that I could feel her warm scent on my lips. I inhaled deeply, cherishing every moment with my closed eyes. She put her left hand on the right side of my head on the white soft pillow, with her left knee brushing against my left leg covered by a white sheet which I probably would’ve taken it because of the cold but at that moment when I was feeling her breath on the top of my nose and lips, I was feeling anything but cold. She tilted her head to her right and just the top of her wet upper lip touched mine. My eyes closed themselves naturally but I could see her smile broadly. As I was about to raise my head to kiss her, she withdrew from me and ran to the door. I followed her with my eyes as she approached the door. Her thin body dancing in the air. She stopped, her whole back to me. She looked back at me with her right hand on the door. The intense light was coming from outside through the opened door. Strangely, not a speck of light was entering the room. It felt like the light was made only to beautify her and all I could see was the silhouette of her whole body with clear curves and edges. I could still feel her smile. Still looking back at me she advanced her right hand towards me and signaled with her four fingers, tilting her face to the side of the door to follow her. And then I realized that it was her own light that was calling me. She moved away leaving the door open for me. Just an inch of our lips touched and I felt two universes colliding.
It had started raining heavily, with rain banging on my window. I was still lying looking outside the window. The room smelled of dust and water, a mixture of two different things forming a one perfect being bringing the fragrance of a known body. I think the rain was rejoicing knowing that I’ve finally realized what I’ve been looking for everywhere. And I woke up. There is a smile on my lips, and it isn’t my own. I am still lying on my bed, on the left side of it, just like always, holding a deep conversation with my heart. Let’s see what surfaces from the depths of this sea, let’s see what color the blue-sky changes into, the heart said. I guess everyone close to me understands my dream. I touch the empty place beside me on the bed and it was still warm- a familiar warmness. My tears are banging on the door of my eyes. It is daybreak, and the world of nature is becoming more beautiful with my own tears. I still know nothing about her, not even her whereabouts. But now I know the biggest thing about her with which I could recognize her anywhere, because now I know my lover’s lips. I wouldn’t be anxious anymore, nor helpless because I have a great responsibility on my shoulder, someone not that far away waits for my lips too. Now you are a Lover, not the one who laments but the one who carries both worlds in his hands. The valley of love is a long way away, and yet, at times, the journey of a hundred years is covered in a sigh. It’s the same day, but a new morning, the heart whispered. I look out of the window and new life is born. Winter is over and songs of life have come out among the branches again. That night will come again, washed clean with the moonlight and we shall whisper again with the gestures of our eyes. In the ambiguous dark shade of her hair once again her beauty will adorn the night. I inhaled my room deeply which smelled of my dream and reality, and whispered, “I am coming…”

 

 

War of Perception

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India-Pakistan cricket has been the greatest and longest rivalry between the two countries and is renowned throughout the world, and has been in the pages of history even before the Independence of both countries, which were then living under the rule of the British in the Indian subcontinent. Even then they didn’t live in peace and harmony although their language, traditions, and culture resemble each other as compared with the British, who were totally foreign in all aspects to the local people. The conditions back then were worse, and one would’ve thought that time would’ve healed the wounds, but it got even worse, diplomatically, after their independence in 1947. The cricket, as brought by the British in the subcontinent, was played by both the countrymen quite enthusiastically. And it served as the first sign of peace when both the countries played their first match ….. Read more